Day 307 – Bring Me Palco – 50 Word Story Expanded
“I said, I didn’t care what you thought, I just want you to do what I say!” He yells, smashing a fits down onto the table, a plate jumps with the impact, and crashes back down, splitting in half, She looks down at it, then up at him angrily.
“Bastard! That was my grandmothers!”
“Who gives a fuck about your fucking grandmother, I want Palco! You stall me any longer, and it wont be a FUCKING plate I brake, it’ll be your fucking neck you bitch!” He says, thrusting the table away, as he launches to his feet. “NOW GIVE ME FUCKING PALCO!”
She sits there, calmly, looking at the table, sitting on it’s side, her grandmothers plate, now in pieces, and then, to Big Bertie, as he stands over her, his hands clenched into fists, his face red with anger, screwed up, like he’d been sucking on a lemon all day, he was so engrossed in the moment, he didn’t hear the door swing open, or the click of the revolver, as the hammer slammed down, but he felt the bullet slam into the back of his head, he feels the warmth of the blood run down his face, and then, everything goes dark, and he feels the ground crash into his face.
“Are you okay?”
“Am I FUCKING OKAY?” She says, wiping bits and pieces of Bertie’s brains from her face. “What the fuck did you do to piss Bertie off enough he was willing to kill people over?”
“Nothing, I swear! Whatever Bertie’s problem was, it was nothing I did.”
“Bullshit Palco, you did something, you always fucking do,” She says, getting slowly to her feet and looking down at her dress. “This dress is going to stain for sure,” she says, looking up at Palco, “I fucking loved this dress.”
“Sorry, I’ll get you another,” Placo says.
“You can’t, it was a limited fucking edition, only so many made, shit!”
“look, I’m sorry okay, I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”
“Bertie’s people are going to come looking for him, and my door will be the first FUCKING place they come to, so, FUCKING tell me braniac, how the fucking hell are you going to make it up to me?”
They stand there, staring at each other, for some time, before Palco finally breaks the silence, “Well, I’ve got ninety grand I swindled off Bertie, we don’t need to be here when they turn up.”
“Fuck Placo, if you wasn’t my sister, I would fucking shoot you myself.”